I love how both he and Hackleton are looking straight at the camera…
I love how both he and Hackleton are looking straight at the camera…
Pixie: (smiles, eyes shining) Only if you promise not to outrun me.
Surfer: Never.
I want us to cross the finish line together.
Pixie: (smiles, eyes shining) Only if you promise not to outrun me.
Surfer: Never.
I want us to cross the finish line together.
Pixie: (interrupts, forehead gently touching his) Then don’t talk. Just stay.
(A quiet pause. Fireflies glow. Tails sway.)
Surfer: …Can I run with you tomorrow? And the day after that. And every day?
Pixie: (interrupts, forehead gently touching his) Then don’t talk. Just stay.
(A quiet pause. Fireflies glow. Tails sway.)
Surfer: …Can I run with you tomorrow? And the day after that. And every day?
Surfer: I know. But every time you run beside me, my legs feel lighter. Like I could jump over the horizon itself.
Pixie: (steps closer) When I’m with you… the world slows down. Even the wind listens
Surfer: Pixie… if this were an anime, this would be the moment where the music swells and—
Surfer: I know. But every time you run beside me, my legs feel lighter. Like I could jump over the horizon itself.
Pixie: (steps closer) When I’m with you… the world slows down. Even the wind listens
Surfer: Pixie… if this were an anime, this would be the moment where the music swells and—
Pixie: (laughs softly) You’re such a dork. All the mares galloping after you, and you say things like that to me?
Surfer: That’s because… they hear my hooves.
But you hear my heart.
Pixie: (eyes widen, ears twitch) S-Surfer… you can’t just say things like that out of nowhere…
Pixie: (laughs softly) You’re such a dork. All the mares galloping after you, and you say things like that to me?
Surfer: That’s because… they hear my hooves.
But you hear my heart.
Pixie: (eyes widen, ears twitch) S-Surfer… you can’t just say things like that out of nowhere…
Pixie: (flicks her mane, voice gentle) Surfer… why are you staring at me like that again?
Surfer: (blushes, hoof scratching the ground) S-sorry! I just… when the moonlight hits your coat, it’s like the sea at dawn. I forget how to breathe.
Pixie: (flicks her mane, voice gentle) Surfer… why are you staring at me like that again?
Surfer: (blushes, hoof scratching the ground) S-sorry! I just… when the moonlight hits your coat, it’s like the sea at dawn. I forget how to breathe.
Old Hackleton's coat is a pure, sweet delight.
This Thoroughbred gelding, with heart for his mate,
Says, "Be my sweet Valentine, let's not make it wait."
He'll nuzzle your palm with a velvety might.
K: Always.
K: Always.
Surfer: Hi!
Surfer: Hi!